Deadly Rose

Prologue

In the castle that Niall gave Angelina for her hundredth birthday, no one knew about except her a cellar. It was a good thing that no one in her coven knew about this cellar because of what she had hidden within the thick stonewalls Angelina hid a secret.

She walked through the library and pulled a book that moved the bookshelf to the side. She lit a candle, placed it on a brass candleholder, and descended the dark stone steps. The air was cold the more she went down. The bookshelf closed behind her and it was pitch black. The only light came from the one candle that she had with her.

Down in the cellar, were shelves filled with the best wine throughout the world she collected overtime, but Angelina didn't go to the cellar for wine. She went down there for more darker purposes than wine.

Angelina unlocked a large wooden door and let herself in. The room was lit with torches and had a golden glow due to the flames. This room held a few barrels empty barrels and others filled with wine. Angelina placed the candle on a table and smirked.

In the center of the room was Victor, the leader of the Black Knights in Hawthorn Academy. Angelina and her coven lit a fire in Hawthorn Academy and killed practically all the hunters. Angelina, however, took two alive. One of them was Jazlyn, the lover of her coven member, Harry. The other was a Victor, the man who tortured Angelina and Harry while they were being held captive.

After Angelina left Jazlyn in a small apartment deep within London, she quickly ran back to Hawthorn Academy to get Victor and a corpse to fool Harry of Jazlyn's death. She had special plans for Victor and she was pleased with herself that she found Victor alive and not burned. Angelina hid Victor in the cottage for a short time period and took him to her castle when the others were hunting.

Victor was tied up on a wooden chair with chains and rope. He was in the center of the room and there was no way of him even escaping.

"Let me go, you bitch!" Victor barked at her.

For calling her a bitch, Angelina slammed her fist against Victor's face and stabbed a long four-inch nail on his arm. He cried out from the nail penetrating his arm.

"Call me a bitch again, I will cut out your tongue and don't think I'm calling it a bluff. I will happily do it." Angelina smirked, "There was a time where I was in the same position as you. How does it feel knowing that you will be in my shoes now?"

"I won't say shit to you!"

She laughed, "What makes you think I want information from you?" Angelina walked over to a stone table and pulled away a white sheet to reveal a series of equipment. Angelina pulled out a set of pliers and slowly walked towards Victor.

"You know," she began. "It's more difficult torturing a vampire rather than a human. You see, a vampire has so many limits. You need silver, blood of the dead, and rarely hawthorn to torture a vampire. On top of that, we heal rather quickly so it sometimes makes things slightly difficult to do anything. For humans, it is so easy. We can use any instrument that the human race invented. Plus, it is much, much more fun doing so." Angelina used the pliers, clasped onto Victor's fingernail, and pulled slowly.

Victor groaned out loudly as she pulled the fingernail. He cried out as he felt his nail being torn away from his skin. Angelina gave it a final tug and looked at his nail.

"I'm not telling you anything," Victor said in a shaky voice. "You won't break me no matter what you do to me!"

Angelina laughed again. "Goodness, you humans don't listen! I told you, Victor, I didn't want you because I want answers. I already know everything that needs to be known about your little group of Black Knights. Torturing you to get information would be so pointless."

"Then why do this to me?" Victor demanded. "Why did you save me from the fire?"

Angelina grinned wickedly as she clasped the pliers onto Victor's next fingernail. "I want my revenge, you disgusting piece of filth!" She pulled the fingernail again and continued doing it until all fingernails were removed.

She wiped her hands clean from the blood on a cloth and hid the cloth and candlestick in a desk drawer. Angelina closed the door to the library and walked to her bedroom, but stopped when she saw something out the window.

Sitting down on the field by the pond was Harry. He was in deep thought, holding a rose in his hand. His posture was slouched and seemed heavy. Harry was distant, didn't want to talk to anyone, and didn't even want to eat anything.

Angelina wasn't sorry for lying to him though. In a sense, they were both lucky. He was lucky that Angelina faked her death instead of actually killing her. Jazlyn was lucky that Angelina was giving her a year to choose what her fate will be. Still, Angelina found it tempting not to even go to Jazlyn after the year is over. Why should she? Angelina nearly died because of her and more.

There was a hint of guilt for what she did because it was hurting Harry, but what other choice did she have? Harry wouldn't understand why Angelina did it. Therefore, she had to tolerate with his moping around, starving himself, and hearing his screams from a nightmare he would have every night.

"It had to be done," she said to herself. "I did what I had to do. You'll understand someday."